It was difficult to get the boyz to bed. They were so excited that daddy was back. They were so excited with the presents daddy brought.
And I guess my excitement was infectious too, waiting for the big "Hello Katie darling" hugs and kisses. I'd been playing with myself off and on all afternoon, waiting, teasing myself.
Robert was quite tense, underneath the big hellos. I didn't think Switzerland had gone very well. He needed some release.
He pulled me into the bathroom.
I was wearing his favourite white lingerie: a transparent white mesh v-string with clear straps (so it made it look like i was just wearing a tiny triangle over my front, as you could hardly see the thin clear straps), and a simple unfussy white camisole.
I lay on the floor while he undid himself. I sat up on my elbows and sucked him big, till he was ready to perform.
He pissed me up good and rough.
No ceremony. No "how are you darling, how have you been"?
Just a nasty grin and the release of a bladder full of foul dark yellow piss right in my face.
I snatched my head away involuntarily, but forced myself to focus, to turn back, to open my mouth, open my eyes, and smile up at my pissing husband.
Robert toyed with me, drumming my chest with his heavy piss between flicking it up over my neck and into my mouth.
The piss stopped. Robert gave his cock a couple of shakes, drawing back his foreskin, pissing a last few squirts over my forehead, and then told me to clean up.
i got on to my hands and knees, my drenched camisole slapping down and dragging across the wet floor, so i pulled it off.
I got on to my hands and knees, and pushed my face to the floor. I started to lick up Robert's cold piss off the white tiles. Robert pulled my strap of my panties out of my arse and pushed his cock into my pussy.
Robert fucked me like i was some cheap whore he'd just hired: hard, faceless, rough. Slapping my arse and fingering my arsehole. Robert brought me almost to climax, and then pulled out, stood over me with bended knees, and reinserted his cock up my arsehole.
It hurt. Being roughly fucked my up arse. I came. My face sliding around the cold piss wet marble of the bathroom floor. I came, trying not to lose my grip, trying not to fall over, trying not to unbalance my arse pumping darling.
Robert sprung off me . i nearly fell over . and kneeled in front of me, taking a hank of my long blonde hair, he lifted my face onto his cock, and forced it down into the back of my mouth.
I half sucked him off, he half face fucked me, rocking his hips to push his cock deeper and deeper down my throat. He got wilder, faster, rougher. He was choking me. I couldn't keep up. I tried to wave my hands, but he ignored me.
I choked. Convulsing my whole body in an involuntary jerk. Robert couldn't hold me. I coughed a harsh rasping wad of cum, which flew out on to the floor. My eyes watered.
I looked at Robert. He was stroking himself, cum all down his cock. I went to cover it with my mouth, to lick all up nicely, when a tiny thin trickle of pee left the purple head of his cock. I drank it, before encasing his whole cock in my warm mouth.
"Oh babe, it's good to be home" my husband signed.